59 is entirely too young for anyone to die, let alone a writer as talented as John Hughes. Planes, Trains, and Automobiles is my personal favorite, though his 80s films are equally noteworthy.
In 2001 I took my first theatre class in college, and our initial assignment was to perform a monologue. I picked The Breakfast Club because it featured some exceptional writing and I wanted to play an out-of-type jock (Emilio Estevez), far more challenging than the rueful, dreary stuff most of the other kids went with (Bill & Ted’s Adventure, Bad Boys, and Independence Day come to mind).
Every time I rent a car at an airport, I’m reminded of the hilarious exchange between Steve Martin and the incompetent Rent-A-Car clerk. Hughes was right; the experience is usually less-than-pleasant. Last time I rented a car, one of their employees stole my Garmin GPS unit. Adios, John.
Planes, Trains, and Automobiles